” 𝑭𝑼𝑬 𝑬𝑵 𝑶𝑻𝑹𝑨 𝑽𝑰𝑫𝑨 “
𝘍𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘯
𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰
𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪ó,
𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘭
𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰
𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘥
𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘵ó,
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳
𝘥𝘦𝘫𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘴
𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴
𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘦 /
𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢
𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘶
𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢,
𝘢𝘴í 𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰
𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴
𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴,
𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦
𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘳
𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢
𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘦 /
𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢
𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘴
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘳
𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘻 /
𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰
𝘥𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘳,
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯
𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘢,
𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘰,
𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢
𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪ó,
𝘺 𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘮á𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪ó,
𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘰
𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘤í𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥é𝘯.
𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢
𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢
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